My closet feels empty like before a burning ceremony
A not ironed knowledge haunts the clothesline
Somewhere among the images I've collected on a memory stick
I find this boy in his first jacket ; the future
a summer vacation away
I ( unintentionally ) am the captain of a cruise ship
The slightest movement can put us off course
I let my stomach sink in and I holds my breath
Around me everyone is speaking in a foreign language
I look straight at the camera
My thoughts turn like the pages of a book
A prudent young schoolgirl called Lucy
who wanted to do something juicy
along with a dude
undressed herself ****
and stepped in a juice filled Jacuzzi
A stout and aged harlot, Ms Wargin
agreed to a collective bargain
with twenty five schmucks
for twenty five bucks
She coped by a very wide margin
As the first breath after a prolonged illness
The blind fox cub vents the air from her casserole
Alert as a morning shift
with rrenewed forces . My arms , my joints -
I check each individual gears in my very rusty
body . Early morning:
I am released from the nursing home of winter
and is greeted by spring outside the gates.
Soon I might just be human again!
It comes at night, the repetitive pulse through the city.
Waves after a catamaran moves
below the seemingly placid surface.
A large engine has been started.
The spark of life is weakening. The light bulbs flickers.
Everything seams just a little different.
The feeling of a great uncertainty crossing our block.
The winter has shed its sails. Snow and a magical silence
is rocking out there, waiting.
like the first rays of summer
When I open my window
Lights like that from a laser sight
my dimmed out room
A brief moment of confusion
but then Afterwards
A new map
on my bedroom wall
Beaches and seas
Ready to climb
without either crampons
or a helmet on my awakened head
I'm surrounded by discord
that drowns the glassy fauna
The growing gap
takes us out on the high seas
Mania in the drinking water
and the crewmen like ghouls
lashes , profanity , bell-ringing , and all the other
Then one morning
from inside the fog
I hear the enchanting cry from a far remote cliff
The song of loneliness
to which I slowly fade away